Author: eunectes
Midnight is cold, as always
The cat flap thwacks open
A distinct muffled meow catching my ear
He drops you in the doorway
Whilst I am alone watching TV
He purrs, loudly, unnervingly
Like he always does after something like this
He is my baby
He presses his warm furry head against my hand
His small body rubs against my leg as I crouch down
He did this for me
Quietly, he eats the food I laid out for him a few minutes before this
I grab a dog poo bag
And I feel your body through it as I move to discard you
Your cute pink nose is shrouded by the dark plastic
You fit entirely in my hand, my fingers almost close around you
I realise you still feel warm, and for a second I wonder if your heart’s still beating
For a second I wonder if the wet patches on your body are the same dew that’s on your ear
That which glinted beautifully in the artificial light of the now paused TV
I let go of you like he did
You lay on the floor for a while more
Not moving from where he dropped you
I would bury you but I have no trowel
And it’s cold
And it’s dark
And I don’t want to get my hands dirty
He is my baby
But you are smaller
This poem is about my cat bringing in a dead mouse. The title is actually a double entendre, referring to how my domestic cat still has those hunting instincts and how the mouse was both wild and dead.
ADMIN IS A LIB OMG
ADMIN is MEOW folks… Don’t let him fool you. He was also STEVE and just got bored of that alt personality.
SLOP
Why does the pussy admin allow this AI bullcrap poem shit?